there are a few kindred spirits in our lives that when you meet, a hug and some kind words later, the world tilts back onto its axis and you think that you can go on again. hands round warm starbucks mugs in the middle of the night in pajamas, ranting and raving on long bus rides or just sitting at dingy canteens with what is OBVIOUSLY not roasted meat, you think immediately that life must be cruel to tear you two apart and all you want to do is to go back-
there's nothing i miss more than my constants.
just went for a wun/ralk and food is not appealing these days which is really very uncharacteristic of me and very perplexing. school is also a stinker apart from moments of debauchery. we reap what we sow but i don't feel like picking up the hoe. what a poet.
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